England and France want to form an alliance with Ming Dynasty?
Zhu Yixi didn't believe it at all.
Thousands of miles away, there is no cooperation at all.
Upon closer inspection, it is nothing more than Britain and France coveting the Dutch monopoly on Eastern trade and wanting to carve up the Dutch colonies in the East.
The English had established trading posts on the east coast of India, looking to pry open the Dutch trade monopoly.
This is a multi-million pound a year business.
(One pound contains one-third of a pound of silver, one pound is equal to approximately four silver dollars, and one Dutch guilder is equal to three silver dollars)
The Dutch East India Company also benefited from Eastern trade. At the peak of the tulip bubble (the first stock market crash in history), the company's market value was 78 million guilders.
Even today, the market value still exceeds 10 million Dutch guilders.
Annual dividends amount to one million Dutch guilders.
And you must know that England's annual fiscal revenue is only two million pounds. This is an exaggeration.
The English were mad with jealousy and naturally wanted a piece of the pie.
Although he did not know how the European missions negotiated with the Dutch, Zhu Yixi deeply understood that the Dutch were just a thing of the past, and the British were the real wolves.
"The alliance is of no benefit to our Ming Dynasty!"
Zhu Yixi shook his head slightly: "But I heard that your country has established many trading stations in India, which is worth learning from our country!"
Robert was stunned: "Your Majesty, that is the income of millions of silver dollars from the entire Spice Islands..."
"Presumptuous!" Mendong on the side suddenly changed his expression and scolded.
"I lied!" Robert immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
"Our country has a close relationship with the Netherlands and there is no conflict. How can we turn against each other just because of our interests?"
Zhu Yixi said loudly.
At this moment, the holy light hit his face.
Robert left in anger, and Abdul returned without success.
However, this reminded the emperor that although he was not very impressed by the Amu Darya River Basin, its location was important and the vassal state had to be established, even if it was to serve as a barrier to the Liao Kingdom.
After a while, the eunuch who delivered the oral message arrived at the Chuzhou Prefecture.
After Jia Daihua captured the Bukhara Khanate, he became the Bo of Chuzhou and the Prime Minister of the Liao Kingdom. In the past few years, he captured Badak Mountain and completely blocked the access to Anxi, making Anxi completely stable.
But he also expanded his territory thousands of miles by the way, taking over the Amu Darya River Basin, more than a dozen large and small cities, and hundreds of thousands of people.
According to the rules of the imperial court, this is military merit and should be rewarded.
However, for such a small foreign country, the value of merit is too low, so it is not enough to be granted the title of Marquis.
Therefore, after asking Jia Daihua's opinion, the imperial court promoted his father Jia Yan to the title of Tai'an Bo.
Two uncles from the same family.
Jia Daihua's younger brother, Jia Daishan, also became the heir to the earl inexplicably.
He also won a great reputation among the nobles.
"Uncle, Your Majesty has summoned you!"
"Lead the way!"
Putting his son down from his arms, Jia Daihua couldn't wait to put on his official robe.
After spending several years abroad, he took a two-year break after returning to China and took up the post of Governor Qianshi of the Right Army Governor's Mansion to focus on his cultivation.
"It seems that His Majesty wants me to guard one side!"
Jia Daihua was gearing up and was quite surprised.
The commander-in-chief of each province is basically composed of nobles who take turns to take up the post, and then return to the capital for a few years. Most of them are counts and marquises.
As for the Duke, he has great prestige and basically rests in Beijing.
"Where are we going? Sichuan? Or Guangxi? Why hasn't anyone rebelled yet?"
Jia Daihua was sitting on the carriage, his face calm, but his mind was spinning a thousand times, thinking non-stop.
However, when he met the emperor, the emperor had no relevant question: "Can farming be done in the Amu Darya River Basin?"
"Your Majesty, I dare not lie. The Amu Darya River Basin is hundreds of miles in radius, with crisscrossing rivers and dense fields. It is not as bitter and cold as the Liao Kingdom. It is actually a good place to go."
Jia Daihua spoke truthfully.
"Very good!" Zhu Yixi smiled: "This is the Ming Dynasty given to me by God. Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't use it?"
"I have been preparing to establish the Xing Kingdom for a long time, but now we must speed up the steps. The Persians can't wait!"
Hearing this, Jia Daihua was startled.
Isn’t it going to make me the Prime Minister of Xing State?
Zhu Yixi didn't care what he thought and asked directly: "You conquered the Xing Kingdom. It's unreasonable to let the Liao Kingdom take charge of it all the time. Do you have someone to choose to rule it?"
Hearing that it was just a consultation, Jia Daihua breathed a sigh of relief: "The country of Xing is a complicated place. It is thousands of miles away from the Central Plains. It requires someone who can be talented in literature and martial arts."
"I really don't know who can do this..."
Although after becoming the Prime Minister, the vassal king would reward a prince or a hereditary title of prince, but going to such a foreign country for three years was simply torture.
Not to mention that it is earned for the children and grandchildren, and there is no benefit to oneself.
Jia Daihua didn't want to offend anyone.
Zhu Yixi nodded.
Candidates for this group can only be selected in frontier officialdoms such as Anxi, and must adapt to complex environments.
After chatting for a while, Zhu Yixi glanced at Jia Daihua: "General Horqin will return to Beijing to report on his duties, so be prepared!"
"I would like to thank Your Majesty for your kindness!"
Finally able to take charge of his own business again, Jia Daihua's heart almost flew away.
Shortly after returning home, a group of old relatives and relatives came directly to congratulate me.
Here, happy events that do not need to be concealed, especially official vacancies, always spread the fastest.
After the other subordinates and friends gave the gifts and chatted for a few words, they left in a sensible manner, leaving the four families of Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue together again.
Compared with the Jia family, the Shi family was no less generous.
Shi Ding is Ning Dubo, and Shi Nai is Xing Guozi. They have a double lordship. As long as they find another opportunity, they can be promoted to earl, thus realizing a double lordship.
As a veteran earl, Wang Chunqing had outstanding prestige and extensive connections among nobles. He once sat in Chahar, and then served as the governor of Shaanxi and Gansu for several years before resigning.
The connections I have accumulated over the years are enough to last me twenty years.
If my body hadn't been unable to hold on, I could still have been in the officialdom for a few more years.
There was no way, he was physically exhausted in the early years and worked too hard on the battlefield, so he was already scarred.
The person who brought him to the house today was his son Wang Huairen.
Xue Chongwen is as gentle and elegant as ever.
As a long-established imperial merchant, after the Zhu family produced two Jinshi, his network of contacts became even larger, and both the civil and military parties were able to take advantage of it.
The relationship between these two people for many years is naturally very close, and there is not much distance between them.
"With your Majesty's grace, I will go to the Northeast to serve as General Horqin."
Jia Daihua chuckled and said: "I never thought that I would bother several relatives and friends to visit!"
Xue Chongwen smiled and said: "Brother, the sesame seeds are blooming steadily. If we don't come to congratulate you, shouldn't we be beaten?"
The Shi brothers smiled awkwardly.
Although the two of them were an earl and a viscount, they still guarded the Beijing camp and led the troops. The position of local commander-in-chief is not something that can only be done with a title. Qualifications are fundamental.
Jia Daihua spent several years working in the northwest, and then served as prime minister of the Liao Dynasty. Finally, at the age of thirty-four, he became a frontier official.
Qualifications and favor are indispensable, who wouldn't envy them?
"Brother has made outstanding achievements and is in the Sacred Heart. He is truly worthy of the post of General Horqin!"
Wang Huairen also sent congratulations: "My father knew that my brother was going to take office, and he didn't have any gifts to send him. He has some old friends in Horqin, and I asked him to take care of them..."
At this time, the Shi brothers felt sour in their hearts.
What is this care?
Some old friends are in Horqin. Isn't it logical for Jia Daihua to help him take power?
Wouldn't it be faster to get results this way?
Jia Daihua naturally understood the truth and said he didn't dare with a smile on his face.
For a moment, joyful laughter rippled through the living room, and everyone had a happy smile on their face.
…
In the twenty-sixth year of Shaowu's reign, on the tenth day of April, the sky was bright and a sudden rain of needlework began to appear in Pingquan County, which wetted the entire street and moistened the grass.
It was the county examination, and many candidates looked sad.
Raining on the grasslands is rare, but it is normal for it to rain for several days occasionally. After all, things are unpredictable.
Of course, what they feared most was that the county magistrate would take advantage of the rain to change the topic.
After all, the county examination is too arbitrary. Although it is co-sponsored by the teachings, it is basically under the control of the county magistrate. Changing the test questions is the easiest thing to do.
Like many scholars, Shao Ziqing, the county magistrate, frowned.
Firstly, rain can moisten the earth, and there will be a good harvest this year; secondly, as a southerner, he is naturally uncomfortable with the dryness in the north, and rainy days are the most comfortable time for him.
If it wasn't really indecent, he would even take off his clothes and wander around the yard to take a shower.
At this time, he was sitting leisurely on the recliner, with his chest open and his single clothes almost falling off his arms.
The evaluation during the county magistrate's term is very important. The first is taxation, the second is education, and the third is litigation.
In Chahar, there is almost no need to pay taxes. The land is continuously cultivated, so taxes are increasing every year, although not by much.
The way of enlightenment has become a boulder over the heads of magistrates, or rather an opportunity.
As we all know, Chahar's literary style is not strong. For each county, having one or two more talents will almost limit the future evaluation.
Therefore, he has spent these days thinking about how to screen out talented people, so that he can have a few more talented people in his county, and even promote people.
This year’s county examination will require some serious study.
Huang Qishan rode a horse and carried a bookcase, quickly came to the county seat and walked in front of the inn.
“Book a room!”
"Okay, sir, are you going to take the county examination?"
"That's right, we booked it for ten days."
"Okay, if it includes food, accommodation, and your horse, it's fifty-two cents a day, which is half a cent for you. It's only five cents for ten days!"
Holding back his heartache, Huang Qishan took out his silver coins to pay the bill.
After placing the horse in the stable, he climbed up the stairs, and suddenly heard a few harsh sounds in his ears.
"I can smell the smell of mutton in my nose, it must be Tatar..."
"All Tatars come to take the county examination? They are designated to accompany them."
"Who says it's not the case? Why spend that wasted money--"
Huang Qishan returned to the room without saying a word.
If it had been before, he would have followed the Mongolian rules and taught these literati a lesson, and they would have suffered a black nose and a swollen eye.
But after reading, he understood the truth and knew how to weigh the pros and cons.
Now is the crux of the county examination. Once he and this group of people are forced into the Yamen due to a fight, he will definitely hate the county magistrate.
At that time, he may suffer a big loss between what is desirable and what is not.
"How can a scholar's business be done just by talking and speaking?"
Huang Qishan chuckled, opened the book box, took out the Four Books and Five Classics and his notes, and started to review them.
Reading and writing are as difficult as climbing to the sky for the Mongolians in Chahar.
They are all good at riding horses and archery, but if they pick up a pen and write, they will die.
Therefore, many Mongolian men would rather participate in the Naadam Conference, which is held every three years and is highly competitive, than participate in the Boy Exam, which is less stressful.
Huang Qishan actually never thought about taking part in the imperial examination.
But his Abu was a businessman who traveled all over the country. Once he saw a nobleman treat a scholar with respect, and he was deeply shocked in his heart.
A weak scholar can humble a great nobleman with hundreds of servants, and the impact on him is unparalleled.
After that, he returned home and changed his surname to Huang because he was a descendant of the Jin family.
Huang Qishan also bid farewell to his Mongolian name and became a Han Chinese.
At the same time, he also left the horseback and came to Chifeng to study.
Although he was already twelve years old when he was enlightened, he was extremely talented. Under the care of his husband, he finally understood the Four Books and Five Classics.
He proudly asked his husband: "Can you be a scholar?"
The husband nodded: "Of course you can."
"What about lifting people?"
"No!" The teacher shook his head and sighed: "You don't need the eight-legged essay to take the examination. You are still learning another set of things."
"I won't be able to teach you then!"
Mr. Huang Qishan's helpless but gratified smile echoed in Huang Qishan's mind:
"It's a disaster for me, but it's a benefit for you."
"After the scholar's previous hurdles are passed, those gentry will no longer be able to monopolize the secrets of scientific research..."
Late at night, he turned off the lights.
Before going to bed, he thought a lot, and what he thought about most was that a train could run without horses, and that it could take people thousands of miles away while eating coal. It didn't sound like things in this world.
But it is indeed true, and Abu also admitted it.
He had to leave Chahar, which was like a well to him, and he was the frog at the bottom of the well.
Two days later, the county examination began.
Before dawn, the watchman was already knocking to remind these students to take the county examination.
The waiter in the inn was even more afraid of being delayed, so he banged on every student's room.
The hot pastries have been arranged by the innkeeper a long time ago and can be eaten directly in the mouth. They are neither hot nor cold, which is just right.
When he arrived at the county government office, a long queue of no less than two to three hundred people had already formed. Huang Qishan breathed a sigh of relief.
The carriages of many Mongolian nobles were parked outside, which were particularly conspicuous. It was obvious that they had many descendants.
For some reason, he could easily distinguish between those Mongolians and Han Chinese.
Even though they are both wearing robes and carrying book boxes, their temperaments are completely different.
Maybe it's that special mutton smell.
There is no rule in the Ming Dynasty that requires five people to be insured for the boy's examination. As long as a certificate is issued from the county government and the identity number plate is correct, you can sign up to participate.
Naturally, this cut off the wealth of many talented people.
"B number twelve!"
After singing the trumpet, Huang Qishan directly looked for a seat.
The magistrate's position is directly above, and he can clearly see the actions below.
His position is in the middle.
"I must fight for my reputation and produce a Mongolian scholar, a Mongolian scholar, a Mongolian Jinshi——"
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